There’s hardly any body left,
The tortured lips have all but withered!
I didn’t want this kind of death,
The time-frame that I chose was different.
I had an image: two big clouds
Collide together, fast and free,
And lightning’s fire plummets down,
And mighty ecstasy rings loud,
And both, like angels, come for me.
By Anna Akhmatova
Translation by Andrey Kneller
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